Footsteps: A Short Story
I choose to walk. Even though it is louder and bound to draw more eyes than my transport, I cannot force myself into that suffocating pod, even with my need for secrecy. So I choose to walk. To take step after step, only…
Arrival (Short Story)
Falling. Water. Then pain. Mind-numbing, excruciating pain. In her bed, Calisto turned over, and her breathing eased, but the next morning, she realised that something had changed. Calisto had known everything she needed to know about her life: she knew that her family…
